Carols of Cockayne / The Third Edition, 1874

by Henry S. Leigh

I could live pure beneath so pure a sky——

(The rain's completely spoilt my Sunday coat,)

And sink into the tomb without a sigh—

(There's the bell ringing for the table d'hote.)

NO. 4. VENICE.

PEED, gondolier, speed, o'er the

lonely lagoon,